The Illustrated "But...But...But! Mah GOPe! Trump 2.0!! Help Me, Jesus!!!"

This is where the Never Trumpers always hoped we'd/they'd be : they'll clutch their pearls pro forma for about 15 seconds, just to pay homage to the ancient platforms, oaths, and deities they long ago abandoned. 

Then they'll start clawing tooth and nail to become the Jeb3.0 Savior Of The Party, and try to make a pitch to last-minute supplant Trump on this year's nomination ballot, aching to lose gloriously (a la Dole, McCrazy, and Romney) fighting Emperor Poopypants and his puppet masters with one hand tied behind their back, and wearing a full blindfold to the manifest gang-raping of our Constitution and the republic (when they're not busy participating in it themselves gleefully).

They occupy the second tier of People Who Need An Appointment With Madame Guillotine.

DeSantis and Haley were never cut to fill Trump's shoes. Everyone knew that, including the Enemedia pimping both, in turn, to try and head off a Trump electoral stampede at the pass. When it became obvious even to Stevie Wonder from space that strategy was doomed to fail, the prosecutors started dropping indictments. You could look it up.

Maybe no one else is cut to fill Trump's shoes, ever again. He may have been our last, best, and only shot, and now everyone will realize - far too late - they pissed away their final chance to stop the train before the abyss.

Because we just wanted to be left alone.

But rot, like rust, never sleeps.

So the Left, and their cronies in the Uniparty on the other side of the aisle, Quislings to a man, have stood by as the soap box has been denied us, and those in the professional soapbox class were suborned wholesale and willingly, in service of their long-suffering communist leanings.

Then they stole the ballot box, with everyone looking.

This week, they took away the jury box.

That leaves only one option, and those who ignore that calculus are going to end up in standing room only accommodations, in a boxcar, in total shock, with a surprised look on their faces.

The Left has told you - for years, for the dipshits in the class - that they wanted you unemployed, broke, shunned from society, rounded up, put in camps, re-educated, and finally, dead, Dead, DEAD.

Fucktard Wake-Up call: THEY MEANT EVERY LAST WORD.

If you stand around gawping and hoping until your only choice, like Christians in the arenas millennia ago, is to resolve to taste bad as the lions' cages are opened, you have already massively and terminally fucked up, and are so far from Screwed you can't even see it in your rear-view mirror with a telescope.

The GOPe isn't coming to save you.

Trump isn't coming to save you.

Neither Jesus nor Almighty God himself is coming to save you.

You have only your own arms and legs, and your own heads to rely on.

That's what you were given them for.

You're going to have to do the hard things yourself.

We, and many, many others, have told you, and Told You, and TOLD YOU. And many thought we were wrong. Maybe not you, but too many people we know. They convinced themselves we were kidding. 

They whinged, and mewled, and flung their feces, convincing themselves it was all fed-posting. They kicked, and screamed, and soiled themselves, with their fingers jammed into their ears to the third knuckles, rather than taking it to heart, and doing hard things.

That's been true always, and Ever. Most folks just didn't want to believe it. BELIEVE IT.

Don't you think it's about damned time you figured that out, got off your ass, and stopped waiting for someone else to do the heavy lifting?

Forget another savior coming in on a white horse. It isn't going to happen. You're going to have to do this one yourselves, on foot. War to the knife, and knife to the hilt.

It's the only way they finally learn the lesson. The. Only. Way.

And we don't mean metaphorically.

Even consummate bench-warmers Richard Blaine and Captain Renault realized that to get rid of the Major Strassers of the world, they were going to have to do it themselves.

Catch a cluebat there, before the 2x4 Of Reality pays your head a visit In Real Life.

There will be no unsigned Anonymous responses to this post. Don't waste the time. Own your work, or stay on the porch with the yappy little dogs.

"You're too harsh. We need to work within the system." = "We're afraid, Blutto! We might get in trouble!"

"Nothing will happen." = "Fuck you, Aesop. I'm going to sit on my ass! La! La! La! I can't hear you."

"You first." = "I'm a pussy, Aesop. I'm too chickenshit to even sign my post. And I'm going to do NOTHING."

"You're a fed." = "I'm a fed, sent here to make people think nothing will happen. And it's sooooo easy to get them shitting their drawers in fright with just my keyboard from here in D.C."

All - ALL - you have to do, for starters, is start by telling yourself "I'm not going to stand impotently by and watch this bullshit continue any longer!"

If even that little is "too hard", you're the exact problem. And always will be.